Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“Remind you of what?” Huang Ling asked clumsily.

“You're pregnant and I can't smoke in front of you. ”

“Momo.” Huang Ling came up and she didn't blame him for smoking.

She knew him so long, she really rarely saw him smoke.

He said he only smokes one and a half branches to relieve boredom if he is in a very bad mood.

The rest of the time, he doesn't smoke.

He must have been in a very bad mood, very bad mood.

Huang Ling walked to Mobson's face, pulled Mobson's hand, shook his hand like a little girl, and said with a slight tone: “Don't be angry, okay? I already told you I'm sorry, just forgive me. ”

Mobson snorted, “Sorry, I'm very angry right now and I don't want to see you yet. ”

Huang Ling looked at Mobson like she was about to cry. “Don't you really want to see me? ”

“I'm still angry, I don't want to. ”

Huang Ling listened and sat on the couch like a cheater. "You don't want to see me, I want to sit here too. ”

Mobson said in a sour tone: "Aren't you afraid Cheng Heisen won't find you this late? ”

Huang Ling looked up and looked at Mobson with a smile: “Are you jealous that Cheng Xichen lives in my house? ”

Mobson snorted, “You think I slept with Aina and you're not jealous? ”

Huang Ling whispered: “I am not jealous, I am feeling despair, the kind of despair that has fallen from the sky. ”

Mobson hummed again, turned around and came to the balcony.

“Can't you just sit next to me? We have to get to the balcony.” Huang Ling said.

Mobson, standing on the balcony, where Huang Ling could not see him, pulled his lips together and laughed with a little pride.

Brown eyes, glittering eyes.

“I called my mom and told her I was with you.” Huang Ling took out the phone and called Liu Fengfeng.

Hanging up Liu Fengfeng's phone, Huang Ling walked over.

Hearing her footsteps, Mobson curled her lips tight and tight, another cold expression.

Huang Ling stood beside him and held his hands against the guardrail. "My mother knew I was with you. She didn't ask anything. She yelled at me. ”

“…” Mobson glanced straight ahead, silent if thoughtful.

Huang Ling thought it was boring. She was not angry anymore. He was angry.

She grabbed Mobson's arm and leaned her head against his arm, laughing, “Momo, did you say our first child was a boy or a girl? ”

“What is born is what is.” Mobson said softly.

Actually, he likes girls. He once thought, I wish Huang Ling would give him two daughters, a son, so that he would have both children, perfect.

“You might as well not answer that.” It's boring.

“Isn't it?” Mobson frowned: “Is that what I think you can give birth to? ”

Huang Ling mumbled: “I'm not that good. ”

If she wants a boy, she can have a boy. If she wants a girl, she can have a girl.

Mobson moved his arm gently and said softly: "Don't hold my arm like that and stay away from me. ”

“I don't!”

“I hit women when I'm in a bad mood. ”

“Fight, remember, don't punch me in the stomach, I have your baby. ”